a/n: idk how tumblr works so bear with me.. i did nawt read this over, excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes! please remember request / suggestions are always open :p
summary: christina abruptly wakes you up in her own special way. wc: 910
warnings: smut, somno, pussy eating, fingering, praise, implied age gap, use of the word 'mommy'
it was early, around 5am and you were sound asleep. your breathing was even, heart rate steady. it was one of the few times your mind wasn't hyperactive, and it showed. you looked younger, face softer in unconsciousness.
her eyes traced over your features, taking in every soft detail. she couldn't help it. she was still amazed that you were real, in her arms, that you picked her to love. your presence alone made her feel lucky. she brushed a kiss over your forehead, gaze fond.
the morning was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of crickets and Christina's thoughts were slowly drifting through her mind like smoke. she knew she should have been sleeping, she had work today. but she couldn't tear her gaze away from you, not bothering to stop herself from gently running her fingertips over your collarbone.
you let out a soft sigh, shifting closer to her in unconscious, and her heart clenched with affection. "damn," she murmured, voice quiet.
she watched you sleep for a few more moments, taking you in. she wanted to wake you up and hear that sleepy rough voice say her name, but she restrained herself. you needed the rest, especially after how busy you'd been recently.
Instead, she settled for leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "i love you, sweetheart," she pulled back, forcing herself to be content just watching you sleep. she reminds herself you're literally sleeping... but the sight of you vulnerable only burns a different kind of desire and she couldn't help herself.
the moment was too tempting. you looked too sweet, too hers, tangled in the sheets with your lips slightly parted. Christina’s hand trailed down your stomach, savoring the way your breath hitched even in sleep. then she dipped lower.
you didn't wake immediately. not when her lips brush your inner thigh or when her teeth gently bit your tender skin but when her tongue finally dragged over your clit, slow and deliberate, your entire body jerked awake with a high pitched gasp.
"Chri—..?" you blinked, disoriented and still half asleep, until your gaze fell onto the person between your legs. it took your sleep fogged mind a minute to process what you were seeing and feelimg and then-
oh.
Christina looked up at you from between your thighs, her gaze dark and hungry, and all you could do was shudder out a breath. "good morning, baby." her voice was a low, gravelly rasp, her fingers pressing into the soft skin of your hips.
your whole body responded, warmth flooding your stomach and your legs were trembling with anticipation. she was looking at you like you were something precious, something that was hers. you knew better than to deny her. voice hoarse, you breathed out, "g-good morning."
she smiled lazily that sent heat rushing through you. her nails dug into your hips a little harder as her nose nudged against cunt, tongue dipping into your hole. "did you sleep well?"
you couldn't quite form the words, not with the way she was making you feel. your head fell back with a soft moan, hips arching involuntarily. she hadn't even really started, yet, and already you were a trembling mess.
the sight of you so wrecked for her makes her stomach tighten. "use your words, sweetheart. i know you can do that much." her tone was almost smug and you could just hear the satisfaction in her voice.
you swallowed hard, shifting your hips while trying to gather enough brain cells to form a coherent response. it's hard, especially with her mouth still working over you, but you manage to force out a strangled "y-yes, Christina. i slept good." the words caught in your throat, coming out in a little whiny, and she responded with a pleased hum that vibrated against you.
"that's my good girl, so perfect for me, aren't you? so perfect when you're all pliant and needy." the way Christina purrs those words, possessive, sent a full body shudder through you. your hands fisted the sheets as her tongue dragged slow, teasing circles over your clit. you were already trembling and desperate for more but she takes her time, savoring every single one of your whimpers and hitches of your breath.
"you taste so good like this," she murmured against your skin, the vibrations making your hips jerk. "all sweet and sleepy for me." her fingers tightened, holding you in place as she slipped two fingers inside you, curling them just so. your back arched off the bed with a cry, your legs shaking. "that's it, baby," she murmured. "come for Mommy."
and god, you do. the orgasm crashed over you like a wave, dragging you under until all you can feel is the heat of Christina’s mouth and the way she was murmuring praise against your skin. you came apart with a choked sob, your body arching off the bed as she worked you through it, her grip tight.
when the last tremor finally faded, you slumped back against the sheets, your chest heaving in uneven gasps. Christina pressed a final, lingering kiss to your inner thigh before crawling up your body, her lips trailing over your stomach, your ribs, the side of your throat.
she paused just inches from your face, her smirk obvious even in the dim light. “morning, sunshine,” she repeated with satisfaction.
I'm being emotional about space. Have a little doodle.
The Artemis mission went really well and part of me likes to think that, some of the reason it did, was because they had quite a group of chaperones ensuring their safety all the way there and back
I slipped into the classroom a little late, backpack slung over one shoulder, trying not to draw too much attention. Professor Hammock was already at the front of the room, writing something on the board in her neat, precise handwriting. The moment I stepped through the door, her eyes flicked up and locked onto me. She didn’t say anything, but the way her gaze lingered just a second too long made my stomach flip. She was wearing that fitted blue blouse again, looking every bit the strict, untouchable physics professor.
Throughout the entire lesson I could barely focus. Every time she turned to face the class, her eyes seemed to find me. Every time she leaned over a student’s desk to explain something, I caught myself staring at the curve of her hips, the way her pencil skirt hugged her thighs. I knew I was failing this class badly, but right now that felt like the least dangerous thing about being in this room.
The bell finally rang. Students started packing up and heading for the door in a noisy wave. I was halfway out of my seat when Professor Hammock’s voice cut through the chatter, calm and clear:
“Everyone except you — stay after class for a moment.”
A few people glanced at me with pity or curiosity, but they all filed out quickly. The door clicked shut, and suddenly the classroom felt much smaller. Much quieter.
Professor Hammock set her marker down and turned fully toward me, leaning back against the edge of her desk with her arms loosely crossed. The late afternoon light made her look even more composed… and somehow even more intimidating. She studied me for a beat, then spoke in that smooth, authoritative tone:
“I think you already know why I asked you to stay.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. Fuck.
“Oh God,” I stammered, cheeks burning, “did my friends tell you about your photos in my phone? I swear it wasn’t— I— I didn’t mean for anyone to see them, I just—”
Professor Hammock’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. For a split second she looked completely thrown. Then her expression shifted — a slow, barely-contained smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, something warm and dangerously amused flickering in her gaze. She tilted her head slightly, holding back a full smile as she looked at me.
“Sweetie,” she said softly, her voice dropping into something far too gentle for a teacher, “I was gonna talk with you about your grades.”
She pushed off the desk and took one slow step closer, that little smirk still playing on her mouth.
“But since you mentioned it… now I’m very curious about these photos.”
My brain short-circuited. Professor Hammock started walking slowly toward my desk, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor, hips swaying just enough to make my mouth go dry. That smirk on her lips was growing, dark and hungry, like she’d just discovered the most delicious secret.
I shot up from my chair so fast it scraped loudly against the floor.
“N-no, wait— I mean, it’s not like that!” I panicked, words tumbling out stupid and fast. “They’re just… um… screenshots! For… studying! Yeah, studying your… face… for physics motivation or something— I swear I delete them every night— okay maybe not every night but— fuck, that sounds worse—”
I kept backing away as she kept coming closer, step by step, until my ass bumped into the desk behind me. There was nowhere left to go. Professor Hammock didn’t stop until she was right in front of me, so close I could feel the warmth of her body and smell that clean, expensive perfume mixed with something sweeter that was just her.
She placed one hand on the desk beside my hip, caging me in without even touching me yet. Her other hand came up slowly, fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Her touch was gentle, but her eyes were burning.
“Studying my face, huh?” she murmured, voice low and teasing, that smirk turning into a soft, predatory smile. “Or were you studying something else while looking at my photos late at night?”
I swallowed hard, cheeks on fire. “I… I didn’t— it’s not— please don’t tell anyone, Miss— I’ll delete them right now, I’ll—”
“Shhh.” Professor Hammock leaned in closer, her lips barely an inch from my ear. Her breath was warm against my skin as she whispered, “I’m not mad, baby. Actually… I’m flattered.”
Her fingers trailed lightly down the side of my neck, making me shiver. She pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze dropping to my lips for a second before coming back up.
“Show me.”
My heart nearly stopped. “W-what?”
“Show me the photos you have of me on your phone,” she said, voice dropping even lower, smooth like velvet and dripping with authority. “Right now. Unless you’d rather I fail you for real… or maybe you’d prefer I reward good girls who are honest with their professor.”
She was so close now that her breasts brushed lightly against mine every time she breathed. One of her hands slid down to rest on my waist, fingers pressing just firm enough to keep me pinned against the desk. Her thumb stroked slow circles over my shirt, sending heat straight between my legs.
“Come on, baby,” she purred, eyes dark with want. “Don’t make me ask twice.”
“Fuck…” I whispered under my breath, the word slipping out before I could stop it. My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped my phone as I grabbed it from my pocket. I unlocked it, thumb fumbling across the screen while Professor Hammock watched me with that intense, amused stare. The second I opened my camera roll, the photos were right there at the top — no hiding them.
Dozens of them.
Professor Hammock surfing at the beach, water glistening on her toned body in that tight wetsuit. Her rock climbing, muscles flexing as she reached for the next hold, sports bra hugging her chest. And the gym photos… fuck. Professor Hammock in tight leggings and a tank, sweat making the fabric cling to every curve, abs visible, thighs looking strong enough to crush me.
The photos were right there, staring back at us. I wanted to die, disappear and get swallowed by the ground.
Professor Hammock leaned in even closer, her cheek almost brushing mine as she looked down at the screen. A low, smug hum escaped her throat. That smirk on her face turned fully smug now — satisfied, arrogant, and so fucking hot it made my knees weak.
“Oh, baby…” she murmured, voice dripping with teasing delight. Her hand slid from my waist to cover mine on the phone, steadying my trembling fingers. “Saving all these pretty pictures of your professor. Surfing, climbing, working out… You’ve been such a little pervert, haven’t you?”
I tried to close the app, but she gently pushed my hand away, scrolling slowly through the photos herself with her thumb.
“Mmm, this one’s my favorite,” she said, voice low and teasing as she stopped on a gym selfie of her flexing. “You like staring at my body during class, baby? Imagining what it would feel like under your hands? Or maybe you touch yourself to these at night… thinking about your strict physics professor while you’re all wet and desperate?”
Her free hand moved back to my hip, fingers digging in possessively as she pressed her body flush against mine, trapping me completely against the desk. I could feel the heat of her through our clothes — her breasts against mine, her thigh sliding between my legs just enough to make me whimper.
“Tell me,” she whispered hotly against my ear, still scrolling through more photos with that smug little smile. “Which one do you look at the most when you’re fucking yourself thinking about me?…”
She pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her expression pure smug satisfaction mixed with raw hunger.
“Go on. Tell me.”
“I— I actually am late for my next class,” I blurted out desperately, trying to slip sideways and escape the heat of her body. “Yeah and the professor’s really strict so I should—”
Professor Hammock’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist firmly, stopping me in place. She let out a low, amused chuckle, clearly not buying a single word of my bullshit.
“I’m not stupid, baby,” she whispered hotly against my ear, her voice dripping with dark amusement as she chuckled again. The sound sent shivers straight down my spine.
I froze. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely think. Fuck it.
Hands still shaking, I scrolled through the camera roll again and stopped on one of my favorites — the photo of her rock climbing. She was in a tight tank top, back muscles beautifully defined, sweat glistening on her skin… and that sexy back tattoo peaking under her tank top.
“I… I like this one…” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper as I tilted the phone toward her.
Professor Hammock looked at the screen and let out a soft, pleased chuckle. “Mmm, you have great taste, baby.” Her eyes flicked back to mine, dark and teasing. “You know… if you love them so much, why not just ask to see them in person?”
My brain completely short-circuited. A full gay panic attack hit me like a truck — face burning, chest tight, thighs pressing together involuntarily as filthy images flooded my mind. I couldn’t even form words, just let out a pathetic little squeak.
Before I could recover, Professor Hammock grabbed both of my wrists gently but firmly. She lifted my hands and placed them on her waist, right over the soft fabric of her blouse. Then she slowly guided them up and down, making me feel the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, the warmth of her body underneath.
“Doesn’t that feel nice?” she murmured, voice low and sultry, her breath brushing my lips.
A soft whimper escaped me before I could stop it. I nodded quickly, eyes wide, fingers trembling as they stroked along her sides under her guidance. She felt so good — warm, soft, and so fucking real.
Professor Hammock smiled smugly at my reaction, pressing closer until her thigh slotted between mine again, applying just enough pressure to make me ache.
“Good girl,” she praised softly. “See? No need to hide behind photos anymore. You can touch the real thing now… if you’re brave enough to admit how badly you want it.”
My fingers kept sliding up and down her waist, completely hypnotized by the warmth of her body, the way her curves felt under my palms, the soft fabric of her blouse doing nothing to hide how perfect she was. I couldn’t look away from where my hands were touching her. My brain was melting.
“I want it so fucking bad…” I whispered, voice shaky and raw. “I crave it every fucking night.”
The words spilled out before I could filter them, desperate and honest. My thumbs pressed a little harder into her sides, stroking slowly like I was afraid she’d disappear if I stopped.
Professor Hammock’s breath hitched for a second, then she let out a low, satisfied hum. That smug, hungry smile deepened as she looked down at me, eyes gleaming with triumph.
“Every night, hm?” she murmured, voice dropping into something filthy and sweet. “Tell me more, baby. What do you do when you’re craving me like this? Do you scroll through my photos with one hand… while the other slips between your legs? Do you moan my name when you cum?”
She pressed her body closer, guiding my hands a little higher so my fingertips brushed just under the curve of her breasts. Her thigh rubbed slowly between mine, giving me the slightest friction right where I was already throbbing and wet.
“Don’t get shy now,” she teased, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I just need you to tell me exactly how you touch yourself thinking about me.”
Her fingers slid into my hair, tilting my head back gently so I had to look up at her. She was so close now that our lips were almost touching, her voice a velvet whisper.
“Go on, baby. Keep those pretty hands on me and tell your professor how you fuck yourself every night dreaming of this.”
My hand were still shaking, still completely hypnotized by the feeling of her waist under my palms. My voice came out hoarse and broken, the words pouring out in a desperate rush.
“Every night… after I get home, I lock my door and open my phone. I go straight to your photos… the ones where you’re climbing, sweat dripping down your back, that tattoo showing… or the gym ones where I can see your tattoo under your tank. I pull my shorts down and spread my legs on the bed. I start slow, rubbing my clit in circles while I stare at your body… imagining it’s your hands instead of mine. Then I get so fucking wet I slide two fingers inside myself, fucking myself hard while I zoom in on your tits or your ass. I moan your name, Professor… Hammock… whispering it like a slut while I hump my hand. Sometimes I even put the phone on speaker if there’s a video of you talking and I cum while listening to your voice, pretending you’re telling me what a dirty girl I am for you.”
Professor Hammock’s eyes darkened with pure lust as she listened. When I finished, she let out a low, filthy groan and cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my bottom lip.
“Fuck, baby… such a needy little whore for your professor ” she praised, voice thick. “Now I want you to demonstrate exactly how you like doing it. Right here. Right now.”
Without hesitation, I nodded, too far gone to care.
My hands stayed on her body as I leaned back against the desk for support. One hand kept roaming over her — caressing the dip of her waist, sliding up to squeeze her breasts through her blouse, feeling how full and soft they were. My other hand shoved down the front of my skirt and into my panties without wasting a second.
I was already soaked.
I started rubbing my swollen clit in tight, desperate circles, exactly like I did at home, but this time my eyes were locked on the real thing in front of me. My free hand squeezed her tit harder, thumb brushing over her nipple until it hardened under my touch.
Professor Hammock watched me with hungry eyes, her voice low and commanding as she talked me through it.
“That’s it, baby… just like that. Rub that pretty clit for me.”
“You like squeezing my tits while you touch yourself? Go ahead, squeeze harder — feel how they fit in your hand. You’ve been dreaming about them, haven’t you?”
I whimpered loudly, fingers moving faster between my thighs, dipping down to push two fingers inside my dripping pussy while my palm ground against my clit. My other hand kneaded her breast greedily, then slid around to grab a handful of her ass, pulling her even closer.
“Mmm, good girl,” she purred, voice dripping with approval. “Fuck yourself deeper. Imagine those are my fingers stretching you open instead.”
“Look at me while you do it, baby. Let me see how desperate you get when you have the real thing right in front of you. You’re making such a mess already… I can hear how wet you are.”
My hips started rocking into my hand, thrusting against my own fingers while I stared up at her, moaning openly now. I squeezed her ass harder, then moved back up to pinch her nipple through her shirt, completely lost in the feeling of her body under my hands.
Professor Hammock leaned in, lips brushing my ear as she continued guiding me with that filthy, sweet voice.
“Faster, baby. Show me exactly how you cum thinking about your professor. Don’t hold back… I want to watch my dirty little student fall apart for me.”
My hips rocked harder into my hand, two fingers plunging in and out of my soaked cunt while my palm rubbed my swollen clit. I was panting, eyes glued to her body as my other hand greedily squeezed and kneaded her tits through her blouse.
Professor Hammock smirked at how wrecked I already looked. Without a word, she started unbuttoning her blouse slowly, one button at a time, revealing smooth skin and a lacy white bra underneath. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then reached back and unclasped her bra, letting her full, perfect breasts spill free right in front of my face.
“Eyes up here, baby,” she ordered softly, voice thick with lust. “Go on. Squeeze them bare. These are the tits you’ve been creaming your panties over every night. Touch them like the desperate little pervert you are.”
I didn’t hesitate. My free hand shot up and grabbed one of her bare breasts, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh hard while my thumb flicked over her stiff nipple. They felt even better than I’d imagined — warm, full, and so fucking perfect. I pinched and rolled her nipple between my fingers, moaning loudly as I kept fucking myself faster.
“That’s it… play with professor’s tits while you finger that greedy little pussy,”
Christina groaned, her voice getting filthier. “You like how they feel? Bet you’ve cum thinking about sucking on them, haven’t you? My dirty little student touching herself to her professor’s body like a whore…. Rub your clit faster for me. I want to hear how sloppy you are.”
I was whimpering nonstop now, fingers thrusting deep and messy, squelching sounds filling the quiet classroom as I stared at her naked tits. My hand switched to her other breast, squeezing and groping greedily while my hips bucked.
“Fuck— Miss— I’m so close…” I gasped, voice breaking.
“Come on, baby. Cum for me,” she growled, leaning closer so her bare breasts brushed against my face. “Cum while you’re squeezing your professor’s tits like the obsessed little cunt you are. Show me how hard you fall apart for me every night. Be a good girl and soak your hand for me.”
The words pushed me over the edge.
My whole body tensed as my orgasm hit hard. I let out a loud, broken whimper that quickly turned into a desperate cry, thighs shaking violently while my pussy clenched around my fingers. I was a whimpering, sobbing mess, hips jerking as I rode it out, still squeezing her bare tit hard in my palm.
Professor Hammock moved instantly. She grabbed the back of my head and crashed her lips against mine, swallowing every loud moan and whimper before they could echo through the empty classroom. The kiss was deep, hungry, and filthy — her tongue sliding into my mouth as she muffled my cries while I kept trembling through the aftershocks.
She didn’t pull away until my whimpers finally quieted into soft, shaky breaths against her lips. When she finally broke the kiss, a string of saliva connected us for a second. She looked down at me with dark, satisfied eyes, her bare breasts still heaving.
“Shhh, baby… good girl,” she whispered hotly, thumb brushing over my swollen lips. “Such a noisy little slut when you cum… I fucking need you home.”
The Artemis II astronauts and Rise after being recovered from the Orion spacecraft (Rise was smuggled in a small green bag attached to Reid Wiseman's chest)
mission complete will not stop me from talking about artemis bc WHAT DO YOU MEAN reid held on tight to rise the entire time and then tied it to his water bottle??? what do you mean they miss each other already??? what do you mean they tried to make reid emerge first bc hes the commander and he insisted christina did and then he went last??? i love them so much i cant even explain
Astronauts are so funny man. Here's just a couple of things I've found hilarious from this past week of space stuff:
It's probably already been spread around here enough already, but in case anyone's missed it; 7 hours after launch, commander Reid Wiseman, dealing with tech issues, uttered the generational quote "I have two Microsoft Outlooks and neither one of those are working."
After fixing the issues that were afflicting the onboard toilet, mission specialist Christina Koch (who has quickly become my favourite of the four) laughingly said “I’m the space plumber, I’m proud to call myself the space plumber.”
On Easter Sunday, the Artemis II crew hosted a makeshift egg hunt, by hiding packets of dehydrated scrambled eggs around their Orion capsule.
The way the crew always makes sure to make it very clear they're in space when doing interviews. From stuff like Wiseman just hanging out floating sideways on screen or Koch letting her hair loose so it can freely span out flowing around her.
While in transit, the crew decided to record a parody of those bad 80s sitcom intros where everyone turns and smiles at the camera.
When the crew reached the furthest point from Earth in the mission, they jokingly clambored over each other in an effort to get to the far side of the capsule, so that they could individually claim to be the furthest person from earth.
At the same time, on the ISS which was at the time on the other side of earth, the 7 astronauts onboard had a light-hearted race to the far side of the station, making jokes about being the furthest humans from Artemis.
On the way back to earth, NASA actually managed to establish an audio call between the crews of the ISS and Artemis II (where they shared the above info), and Koch called one member of the ISS crew, Jessica Meir, her "astro-sister" as the two of them previously spacewalker together in 2019. Meir then responded I'm so happy that we are back in space together, even if we are a few miles apart" (a few here being 230,000).
While Jeremy Hansen was doing an interview, Wiseman and Koch were just in the background swatting the mission mascot (a little moon plush toy named Rise) back and forth between each other.
Some of our favorite quotes from Artemis ii so far:
"Copy. Moon joy."
"I have two Microsoft Outlooks, and neither one of those are working."
"Houston, if you could give me about 20 new superlatives in the mission summary for tomorrow that will help out my vocabulary a little bit, that would be great. Thank you."
“If you’ve ever seen the top of the spotlight of the top of the Luxor at night in Vegas, this looks like what it wants to be when it grows up.”
"To all of you down there on Earth... we love you, from the moon. See you on the other side."
"We just went sci fi.
"It is so great to see Earth again. To Asia, Africa, and Oceania: we are looking back at you. We hear you can look up and see the moon right now. We see you too."
"We will always choose Earth. We will always choose each other."
“It’s a bright spot on the moon, and we would like to call it Carroll.” (The name of Commander Reid Wiseman's late wife)
"Amaze amaze amaze."
"I said that we do not leave Earth, but we choose it. And that is true."
"Christina has been sleeping head down in the middle of the vehicle, kind of like a bat"
"It's really fun to be floatin' around, it just makes me feel like a little kid."
"Trust us, you look amazing, you look beautiful."
"'Homo Sapiens' is all of us, no matter where you're from or what you look like. We're all one people."
"We're going to power cycle the toilet from the ground."
"I'm proud to call myself the Space Plumber."
"We were all eagerly awaiting the chorus." (After Mission Control cut off Pink Pony Club early when waking up the crew)
"Copy heart. Copy bracelet." (In response to Wiseman giving his daughters heart hands and showing them the bracelets they made him that he was wearing)
“Welcome back. We are still here. They are in space.”
"Copy. Bubble wrap nominal."
"We have rediscovered the chocolate snacks."
“The truth is, the moon really is its own body in the universe. It's not just a poster in the sky that goes by, it is a real place."
“We will build ships. We will visit again. We will construct science outposts. We will drive rovers, we will do radio astronomy.”
"I've seen a lot of new perspectives, but my perspective has not changed because I launched with the perspective that there is enough for all." (After being asked if they had a new view on humankind.)
"On behalf of all Canadians, we wanted some reassurances of your preferences for maple syrup over Nutella on your pancakes."
"And we have a great view of the moon out window 2. Looks a little smaller than yesterday." (Reid), "Guess we'll have to go back :)" (Mission Control).
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